Before the downs in their great horse-shoes rise, I know a village where the Adur runs, Blown by sweet winds and by beneficent suns Visited and made ripe beneath kind skies....
Now would I be in that remov'd place Where the dim sunlight hardly comes at all And branches of the young trees interlace And long swathes of the brambles twine and fall;...
Infinite peace is hanging in the air, Infinite peace is resting on mine eyes, That just an hour ago learnt how to bear Seeing your body's flaming harmonies. The grey clouds flecked with orange are and gold,...